Gaining weight is like teenage pregnancy, it's not right but it just happens.
It especially 'just happens' when football is cancelled for 5 consecutive weeks and you've managed to consume 3 boxes of japanese sweets.
So i intend to run off my orriental extras in a 4miler tonight. I enjoy it though so jokes on you fatty.
Managed to have a sour luck day, old shoes rubbing my feet, dropping my ipod, neglecting to have the ability to text and walk, hour-long assessment last period, testosterone fuelled debate club. kill yourself kill yourself kill yourself.
Also decided i need to compile a photo-memoire of outfits students ACTUALLY wear to college, and before you try to ram your keyboard down my throat again myspace message-junkie it's comical and harmless. There is a difference between shallowness and general shit-dress sense; oh indie-rights activist.
I hate college, i think it's safe to say i'm bored of being clever/giving a fuck about my future and want to possibly take up that unwanted teen pregnancy for a shiny council flat and all the benefits i everrr dreamed of.
'You are not your problems,
you are not your age,
you are not your hopes,
you will not be saved.
We're all going to die someday.'
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